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"
I
laugh
,
but
it
’
s
to
prevent
me
cursing
.
"
The
other
’
s
jaw
had
set
and
there
was
a
smouldering
fire
in
his
eyes
.
"
I
tell
you
the
Cities
of
the
Plain
were
less
an
offence
to
Almighty
God
than
this
demented
twist
of
John
Calvin
that
blasts
and
rots
a
man
’
s
heart
.
For
if
it
makes
here
and
there
a
saint
,
it
is
like
a
dung
-
heap
to
hatch
out
sinners
.
"
David
was
suspended
from
officiating
in
the
kirk
,
but
he
was
still
a
placed
minister
,
and
there
was
no
embargo
upon
his
utterances
elsewhere
.
So
while
every
alternate
Sabbath
Mr
.
Fordyce
came
over
from
Cauldshaw
to
occupy
the
pulpit
,
and
in
defiance
of
the
Presbytery
ate
his
dinner
at
the
manse
,
on
the
others
David
preached
in
the
kirk
-
yard
.
Twenty
years
later
these
sermons
in
the
open
air
were
remembered
,
when
Mr
.
Fordyce
,
then
far
advanced
in
age
,
was
driven
from
Cauldshaw
to
hold
preachings
in
the
Deer
Syke
.
There
was
a
novelty
in
the
practice
which
brought
many
the
first
day
;
and
on
later
Sabbaths
the
audience
increased
,
for
David
had
never
delivered
such
discourses
in
the
Woodilee
pulpit
.
One
famous
sermon
was
on
the
peril
of
trifling
with
salvation
.
A
soul
was
not
saved
by
an
easy
miracle
,
but
must
mount
hardly
and
painfully
to
eternal
life
;
to
accept
grace
lightly
was
to
cast
scorn
upon
the
atonement
of
the
Cross
.
But
doctrine
figured
little
,
nor
were
there
any
of
the
forecasts
of
hell
and
judgment
which
were
the
common
proof
of
an
earnest
minister
.
"
He
is
a
guid
dowg
,
"
Richie
Smail
was
reported
to
have
said
:
"
he
wad
wyse
folk
gently
to
Christ
.
"
Something
of
the
joy
in
his
own
heart
revealed
itself
in
a
peculiar
tenderness
;
often
there
were
wet
eyes
among
his
hearers
,
and
the
children
,
squatted
on
the
grass
or
on
the
flat
gravestones
,
forbore
to
whisper
and
fidget
,
and
listened
with
a
grave
attention
.
His
elders
did
not
attend
;
indeed
,
with
the
exception
of
Peter
Pennecuik
,
they
forbore
even
to
grace
the
orthodox
ministrations
of
Mr
.
Fordyce
.
Chasehope
and
his
friends
walked
the
five
moorland
miles
to
Bold
to
sup
on
the
strong
fare
of
Mr
.
Ebenezer
till
such
time
-
-
early
in
the
New
Year
,
it
was
believed
-
-
as
the
Presbytery
pronounced
final
judgment
on
their
minister
.
Woodilee
had
split
into
two
factions
.
There
was
the
party
of
the
Session
,
who
held
David
to
be
a
malignant
,
or
at
best
a
Laodicean
,
one
who
gave
a
doubtful
sound
of
doctrine
,
a
rebel
,
a
despiser
of
authority
,
a
preacher
of
a
cold
morality
.
To
this
side
belonged
many
of
undoubted
piety
,
who
had
been
shocked
by
his
defiance
and
gave
ready
ear
to
whispered
scandal
.
Of
David
’
s
party
were
respected
professors
like
Richie
Smail
and
Rab
Prentice
,
several
godly
women
,
a
decent
hind
or
two
,
and
a
tail
which
was
neither
godly
nor
respected
.
Among
his
supporters
were
some
whom
he
suspected
of
dealings
with
the
Wood
,
and
in
general
he
had
with
him
all
that
was
least
esteemed
in
the
parish
.
To
have
Reiverslaw
-
-
who
was
again
drinking
hard
-
-
as
his
prophet
,
and
Daft
Gibbie
as
his
fugleman
,
did
not
enhance
the
credit
of
his
cause
.
Between
the
Jews
and
the
Samaritans
there
were
no
dealings
.
Isobel
,
now
a
hot
partisan
,
had
quarrelled
on
this
score
with
her
nearest
and
dearest
,
and
,
encountering
Jean
of
Chasehope
-
foot
in
the
clachan
,
and
being
goaded
by
her
tongue
,
fell
on
her
tooth
and
nail
and
chased
her
into
Peter
Pennecuik
’
s
kailyard
.
Amos
Ritchie
,
too
,
had
declared
his
colours
,
and
woe
be
to
the
man
who
,
in
his
presence
,
spoke
ill
of
the
minister
.
He
was
no
longer
employed
by
the
farmers
around
the
kirkton
,
so
the
smithy
fire
was
mostly
unlit
,
while
the
smith
did
odd
jobs
at
Reiverslaw
and
Calidon
.
Only
the
new
tenant
of
Crossbasket
mixed
amicably
with
all
.
On
the
road
he
had
the
same
greeting
for
Chasehope
as
for
the
minister
,
and
he
would
drink
a
stoup
at
Lucky
Weir
’
s
with
Amos
or
Mirehope
,
Reiverslaw
or
the
miller
,
in
all
good
-
fellowship
.
But
this
popularity
rested
more
perhaps
on
fear
than
on
affection
.
Dark
whisperings
began
to
spread
.
"
What
ken
we
o
’
Crossbasket
?
"
said
one
.
"
Nae
doot
he
’
s
frae
Teviotside
,
but
whaur
was
he
afore
that
?
He
never
learned
that
glower
on
Jed
Water
.
"
"
He
’
s
a
pawky
carle
,
"
said
another
,
"
and
ye
canna
get
far
ben
wi
’
him
.
There
’
s
mair
in
his
heid
than
the
Word
ever
learned
him
.
I
wadna
wonder
some
fine
day
to
see
him
gang
off
in
a
fuff
and
a
lowe
.
Ye
say
he
has
the
speech
o
’
a
guid
Christian
?
Weel
-
a
-
weel
,
a
soo
may
whistle
,
though
it
has
an
ill
mouth
for
it
.
"
By
late
November
winter
should
have
closed
in
upon
the
glen
with
an
iron
hand
.
The
first
frosts
should
have
stripped
the
trees
,
and
the
first
snows
lain
at
the
dyke
-
back
.
But
that
year
it
seemed
as
if
the
seasons
had
gone
widdershins
.
November
was
bright
and
calm
,
and
the
harvest
,
delayed
by
October
rains
,
was
soon
gathered
.
Oats
and
bear
,
flax
and
rye
-
-
the
little
crops
were
housed
within
a
week
,
and
since
the
snows
tarried
,
it
was
the
middle
of
December
before
the
cattle
were
in
the
byres
and
yards
,
and
the
sheep
brought
down
to
the
infields
.
The
countryside
presented
a
strange
spectacle
.
Heather
lingered
in
bloom
,
and
the
leaves
were
on
the
ashes
and
hazels
till
long
after
Hallowmass
.
When
they
did
fall
there
were
no
frosts
to
crumble
them
,
and
they
lay
in
great
drifts
in
the
woods
and
by
the
roadside
,
and
children
dived
and
scrambled
among
them
.
There
were
swallows
still
in
the
thatch
in
November
,
and
Amos
Ritchie
,
when
he
went
out
to
the
moss
to
intercept
the
travelling
skeins
of
wild
geese
,
found
that
the
curlews
and
plovers
had
not
yet
flitted
to
the
seashore
and
that
there
were
no
wildfowl
to
be
seen
in
all
the
blue
heavens
.
Morning
after
morning
the
sun
rose
clear
as
in
June
,
the
nights
were
mild
and
starlit
,
herbs
which
should
have
been
snug
below
the
earth
sprouted
prematurely
,
the
hedgehog
and
the
badger
had
forgotten
to
go
to
sleep
,
and
only
the
short
hours
of
light
showed
that
it
was
midwinter
.
Reiverslaw
,
always
a
scorner
of
precedents
,
kept
his
sheep
on
the
hills
,
where
the
pasture
was
as
rich
as
in
summer
-
time
.
But
the
old
and
the
wise
frowned
and
shook
their
heads
.
One
said
it
was
such
a
year
as
’
71
,
of
which
his
grandsire
had
told
,
when
winter
did
not
begin
till
February
,
and
did
not
end
till
June
.
